Chapter 1: The Lamp
There was once a lamp. Its soft glow welcomed even the most monstrous of monsters, both human and not. Legend says it has have traveled the world at many different times. One day, a boy and his father found the lamp and decided to bring it home; after all, it was just sitting in the forest letting moss grow on it.
Their home was small but comfortable. It wasn't a little house per se; it's just that the walls were covered with shelves, so it seemed small. Shelves of different woods, different treatments, unconventional shelves but shelves all the same. Vertical, Horizontal, and even diagonal shelves. And on those shelves, there were many things, from old silverware to fossilized bonsai trees to ancient Egyptian pottery, they had everything.
They were antique collectors. And not just any old antique collectors, but the most prominent collectors. Tom's Antiques was a shop known to some but not quite all. As a small two-story shop, no matter how exquisite and exotic it looked, it was quite easy to pass by with all the giant skyscrapers, all their elaborate technology being quite distracting.
As the boy, Tom, and his father, Tom, arrived at their home, they set the lamp on their work table and got right on repairing it. But no matter how hard they worked, it would not be cleaned, except of course, for the moss and small critters that decided to call it home. It's Florence flask-shaped glass shining with no cracks yet distributing light as if it was fractured, the wood looking both old and freshly cut from the tree at the same time. A paradox.
So both Tom's decided not to place it on one of their various shelves but to place it in their store. To place an antique in the shop downstairs shows that the antique is nothing but the best, so it would be natural to have only a few dozen items downstairs. Compared to the hundreds upstairs, this is how they got their reputation for being the best while remaining unknown. But, this was soon to be changed.
This lamp was recorded in legends. It lightened the most famous legends chambers, from the king and first hero Gilgamesh to Ghengis Kahn, conquerer and king. Its glow attracted attention, both good and bad, welcomed or not, it always brought attention to its owners. Perhaps it's an attempt to show itself to the world, or maybe just a coincidence, who knows, the reason was lost in time.
As the Toms set up the lamp to illuminate the downstairs, its glow caught one of the pedestrians' eye. As he walked in, entranced by the soft radiance, ignoring what he knocked over. After staring at the source of his obsession for quite some time, he turned to address the owners.
"How much for this lamp?" He asked with a voice that was soft yet commanding.
Tom, the boy, feeling an unusual amount of jealousy and protectiveness, grabbed the lamp, ignoring how in his desperation, he pushed a priceless broom, held it in a protective hug, and sniped back, "It's not for sale. It's my father and I's."
The man, somehow as if he was offended, reached out for the lamp in the boy's arms. Just as he was about to get it, he tripped over the broom and fell. Tom, the father, came downstairs to see what was going on, the boy seeing an opportunity to get rid of the man, exclaimed "This man tried to steal the lamp, you know the one we found in the woods?"
Tom, the father not seeing the man reject it, the man was still stunned by the boy's words, let anger shape his face and whispered, "Get. Out. Now." But he whispered in a tone that let his state of mind hears no matter the volume he talked. The man feeling a chill down his spine from the tone half scrambled half ran out of the small shop.
This event occurred many times in the Toms father and son duo's life, all with different people, different days, different times. However, one thing remained the same; the object of attraction was always the mysterious lamp.
Despite the many years that claimed the man's life and later on the boy's, the lamp never stopped shining, never stopped being an object of obsession, and always causing trouble for the Tom's. Near the end of Tom's, the father, life, he told his son to destroy or throw the lamp away. But the boy, under the lamps, spell ignored his father, and only at the end of his life did he throw it away. He threw it into the ocean, ensuring that it would not see the light of day again.
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